Chapter 1 The Crisis

She deliberately revealed information to attract my attention, pretending to test me, but actually delaying time to feed Zhang Yuanqing's sense of crisis exploded.

He knew best how strong the monster in the coffin was.

Once that monster broke free from the seal, he would not be able to resist it. Coupled with Yi Chuanmei, a level 6 peak Dream Weaver, the Huangqi Escort Agency faced only one ending.

Total annihilation!

This was Zhang Yuanqing's first time fighting wits and courage with a level six evil profession in a dungeon, and the experience was terrible. In a game, Yi Chuanmei would be a well-known high-level player.

Indeed, she was different from ordinary Saints. Dealing with such a character with a weaker force was too difficult. If the Fire Master support was also in the dungeon, the two of them working together might have a chance to win against the strong. Thoughts raced in his mind, but his actions did not slow down. Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and said in a deep voice, "Star Escape." He planned to abandon the side quest and escape from this place.

The rain poured down and the wind howled, his voice drowned out by the storm. The starlight did not rise, and he remained standing in place. Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his face extremely ugly. He had been pulled into a dream again. Yi Chuanmei, standing under the eaves, was also stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment, "Instant dream entry, so you really are a bug. You can't even be level five, right? How could a bug like you be matched with me?"

Only level suppression would cause instant dream entry. "So what if your level is high?" Zhang Yuanqing's face was tense. He realized that he had lost contact with the County Princess. Fortunately, the County Princess was a Yin Servant with an independent personality. Once he arrived, he could forcibly wake her up. Abandoning the side quest and going to Shenjian Mountain Villa to find teammates was the only opportunity at present. Since the enemy was Yi Chuanmei, then his teammates must be experts. The ferocious thing had already broken free from its seal and was probably wreaking havoc in the Yizhuang. He couldn't count on the people from the Huangqi Escort Agency. Yi Chuanmei pondered for a moment and said, "A level four Night Wanderer, how could he be matched with me? Even with a high hidden score, it's impossible."

"Let me guess. Your hidden score is not only very high, but you probably have many top-notch treasures in your inventory." Speaking of this, Yi Chuanmei narrowed her eyes and sized up Lin Ci. She tentatively said, "Are you Zhao Chenghuang or Original Heavenly Venerable?" A level four Night Wanderer with a high hidden score and a large number of treasures in his inventory, the only people she could think of were these two.

Zhang Yuanqing stubbornly twitched the corner of his mouth, "You guess." Yi Chuanmei's eyes sparkled, and she licked her red lips, excitedly saying, "Zhao Chenghuang is the seed of the Taiyi Sect. Original Heavenly Venerable is the treasure of the Five Elements Alliance. No matter which one you are, conquering you will be a huge sense of accomplishment. How about this, you hand over your treasures, and I can consider taking you as a slave, letting you..."

Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched slightly. It was the first time he had experienced the treatment of a stunning beauty. The villain licked his lips and said, "I haven't tasted the taste of the number one beauty in the world yet." But no matter what, since the other party showed a hint of interest, Zhang Yuanqing would not give up the opportunity to delay. He sighed and said, "The reason I rejected you in the brothel that day was not because morality forbade it, but because I am exceptionally talented in that area, often vigorous day and night. Moreover, I have a severe tendency to be violent. I like to torture women from the inside out."

"In order not to let Chen Wei notice anything unusual, I had to refuse. Of course, you are not Chen Wei, we are the main body coming in, you are just wearing Chen Wei's face. If I had known it was you, hehe..." His words were to cater to her preferences. He was not afraid that Yi Chuanmei would see through it. For a person of strong desire, these words were the most seductive temptation. It was like a peerless beauty saying to the villain, "I just like your sloppy and sexy beard, I like your body odor from not showering for half a month, I like the salty fish smell on your feet, you can ravage me as much as you want." The villain would definitely not care whether the previous words were true or false, because the focus was on the last half of the sentence, "day and night, likes to be violent." Sure enough, Yi Chuanmei licked her lips again excitedly upon hearing this, her eyes revealing covetousness and a giggling laugh.

"I know, you are not Zhao Chenghuang, you are Original Heavenly Venerable." Zhao Chenghuang, like Fu Qingyang, was an ice beauty. Her face suddenly sank, "It's a pity. If it were in reality, I would definitely not let go of the opportunity to enslave you. But this is a dungeon, I think it's better to kill you." Saying that, she shouldered a single-soldier rocket launcher. For a Dream Dominator, any unrealistic fantasy could be manifested in a dream. As long as the level was high enough, even fantasizing about a meteorite descending on the world and destroying it was not difficult. "Time is limited, this time I won't bother conjuring zombies and wasting time with you, I'll just blow you to pieces." Yi Chuanmei sighed again.

"It's a pity, and exciting, that I can look forward to leaving the dungeon and collecting the reward for killing you from the three major free organizations." Saying that, she pulled the trigger. Flames erupted, and the rocket flew out of the launcher, emitting a shrill scream. It accurately hit the Original Heavenly Venerable at close range. Monsters' attacks could still be dodged, but the speed of thermal weapons exceeded the limits of ordinary human body reaction. The expanding firelight from the rocket explosion illuminated the entire courtyard.

The heatwave evaporated the rainwater. A strong wind swept through the small courtyard, causing the doors and windows to rattle. Yi Chuanmei's charming face was filled with excitement in the smoke and fire. Suddenly, the color drained from her face, and she stared in astonishment at the front. In the slowly extinguishing fire, a figure stood in the smoke, wearing a blue mask that never feared and never surrendered, covered in burns and wisps of smoke, like the protagonist in a hot-blooded comic who had endured a wave of Kamehameha from the enemy.

"Heh," Zhang Yuanqing kept his head lowered, maintaining a cool pose with his fingers against his forehead, and sneered, "Petty tricks, not worth mentioning. The power of the rocket launcher is too small, why don't you conjure a nuclear bomb?" The missile was essentially a mental attack by the Dream Weaver.

The blue mask could exempt three mental attacks. Yi Chuanmei stared at his mask with a solemn expression, "A Phantasmagoria Master, a Saint-quality item, I underestimated you." She thought for a moment, then raised her delicate hand and flicked it three times.

Suddenly, three figures appeared in the rain in the small courtyard, one was Fu Qingyang in white, with a cold face, one was an ordinary-looking, rebellious black-clothed youth, and the last was a burly, short-haired middle-aged man with piercing eyes. Sharp sword energy, vast Yin energy, and substantial baleful aura filled the small courtyard. Yi Chuanmei smiled and said, "These three are the most outstanding and terrifying figures at the Saint stage. You can resist one attack." Zhang Yuanqing snorted lightly, tapped his forehead with his finger, and bright gold paint quickly spread out, painting a majestic and dignified golden mask. Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Banish. Banish. Banish." The figures of Fu Qingyang, the Demon Lord, and the Silver Moon God General collapsed and turned into nothingness. He easily solved the three big shots. Zhang Yuanqing raised his golden face, his voice loud and majestic, "Is that all? Use whatever tricks you have."

"Where is Silver Princess? Three mental strikes are used up. I can't hold on for long alone in the dream. Come and save your Shizun, dear junior." Zhang Yuanqing appeared calm on the surface, but he was panicking in his heart. Yi Chuanmei's face became more and more solemn. She stared at the Original Heavenly Venerable for a moment and hooked the corner of her mouth, "I understand the use of your item. Different masks, different functions, it's not unlimited use, you are bluffing to delay time."

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked. Then he saw Yi Chuanmei in front of him, her figure rapidly rising. 2 meters, 3 meters, 5 meters, in an instant, she turned into a giant comparable to the eaves of Yizhuang. An indescribable sense of oppression surged like a landslide. "In the dream, I am invincible." She condescendingly looked down at the Original Heavenly Venerable, and stretched out a huge palm,

"So strong, completely unable to resist." The golden mask on Zhang Yuanqing's face shook for a while, almost collapsing. He immediately changed the mask, switched to the blue mask, and used the skill to exempt mental attacks. Yi Chuanmei's palm immediately encountered resistance and could not continue, but in the next moment, the invisible airwave collapsed, inevitably dissipating. Zhang Yuanqing was pinched in the palm of her hand, "You may have many items, many treasures, but in the dream, you are just a mortal, crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant," Yi Chuanmei said with a smile. "Even if you have a Saint-quality Phantasmagoria Master item." Zhang Yuanqing felt the other party's palm exerting force silently, and heard the sound of his bones constantly breaking. He immediately switched the mask to the earthy yellow face. The attribute of this mask was irritable and combative, with a 30% increase in physical fitness, skills, and soul. "What a tough bug." Yi Chuanmei sensed that the enemy in her hand had suddenly become harder. She was not in a hurry, and hooked the corner of her mouth, "Are you still waiting for that Yin Servant with a soul to come to the rescue? Don't you find it strange? It's not far from Yizhuang, why hasn't it arrived after so long?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. Yi Chuanmei giggled and said, "I wore Chen Wei's disguise during the day and was a chef. This is both protection and restriction for me. So I can't use my professional skills during the day. But as a Phantasmagoria Master, I instinctively sensed the emotional fluctuations of your Yin Servant when I first entered the dungeon that day. I initially thought it was special for this temporary task." Zhang Yuanqing, in excruciating pain, recalled what Chen Wei said that morning when he first entered the dungeon, "Next time you do things, don't put the Yin Servant on the bedside." She felt the abnormality of the County Princess at that time. "Then I arranged a backup plan. Think about it again, why didn't your Yin Servant see anything the night Yang Shuo and Wang Pingyue died?" Yi Chuanmei smiled.

He was trapped in a hallucination at the time, just like now. Saying that, her beautiful eyes looked towards a large gate. At this time, the Yin Servant was circling outside Yizhuang. A Phantasmagoria Master was a profession with severely biased skills. Close combat was as weak as a dog, but the cunning techniques were as strong as a god. Even Night Wanderers, who were also good at illusions, were far inferior to Phantasmagoria Masters in this aspect. "Go to hell," Yi Chuanmei suddenly exerted force in her palm, desperately pinching. Zhang Yuanqing felt his consciousness sink into endless darkness, and his body, composed of soul, collapsed in an instant. "If only the ruler had a trace, perhaps he could see through the illusion." Zhang Yuanqing thought desperately in his heart.

At that moment, a sharp scream suddenly sounded in his ear from Yi Chuanmei, and then he felt the huge palm loosen, and the pressure of crushing to pieces disappeared. Zhang Yuanqing was both surprised and delighted, and also at a loss. He saw a section of a knife blade piercing through Yi Chuanmei's chest. The sharp blade was stained with blood. In the heart-wrenching screams, her huge body quickly collapsed, and the huge palm dissipated.

Zhang Yuanqing's body fell from mid-air. He suddenly opened his eyes, and the scenery in front of him changed. It was still a small courtyard. But in the wind and rain, Yi Chuanmei was under the eaves, blood dripping from her chest, and a section of a knife blade pierced through it. Behind her was Chen Xuetao, with frosty temples and an unsmiling expression. Yi Chuanmei's body was like a bubble, and the wound appeared at several tens of centimeters. She covered her bloody chest, her pretty face pale, and stared at Chen Xuetao in shock, "You're not dead."

Yi Chuanmei's expression changed slightly, and she immediately looked at Yizhuang. Through the open lattice door, she saw the Escort members sitting cross-legged around the dim bonfire, bowing their heads and sleeping. Not far behind them, the black coffin was quietly placed in the corner. Kuan Bianheng was sinking, based on the bloody corpse in his chest. Seeing this scene, Yi Chuanmei's pupils shrank. The ferocious thing didn't come out at all, and the Escort members who were fed to the ferocious thing were killed in advance. The screams were not from being devoured by the ferocious thing, but from being killed by Chen Xuetao.

Chen Xuetao, indifferently said, "Of course I won't die, I've been waiting for you to strike. I still have items to break the dream." As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yuanqing and Yi Chuanmei were shocked, their faces full of astonishment. Zhang Yuanqing

was ecstatic, "Foster father, you are also a Lingjing Xingzhe." Chen Xuetao glanced at him, "The role-playing is over, it's a bit embarrassing to call me foster father again. Of course, it doesn't feel bad to be called foster father by the Original Heavenly Venerable."

"How did you kid get matched into a level six dungeon? Did you hide a Dominator-quality item in your inventory?" After saying that, he looked at Yi Chuanmei, "Sure enough, you are the evil profession in the team." Yi Chuanmei's beautiful face changed slightly, "Who exactly are you?"